I join the outcry today over the sentencing of convicted serial pedophile Graham James to two years in prison for the sexual abuse of Theo Fleury and Todd Holt. Counter-intuitively (because I knew it would just get me stirred up) I watched the news coverage of the lawyers’ statements and victims’ reactions.
Graham arrived at court wearing his best perp ensemble:
Following sentencing, which The Globe I think rightly criticized for its lack of nuance, Todd Holt spoke on behalf of cousin and fellow victim Theo Fleury.
“I stand here today, on behalf of not only myself and my cousin Theoren Fleury, but as a voice for every man.
For all the young boys, the old men and the ones that got stuck somewhere in between because of the most devastating type of abuse; sexual abuse inflicted on us by someone in a position of trust and authority. Theo and I were two of those who got stuck in that middle place between boy and man; we made some terrible choices and watched the life we were meant to lead spiral down the drain.
It was, for me, a powerful and meaningful beginning to an expression of feelings – I even heard myself in his words - which later criticized the justice system.
This was where I switched to thinking, “Hmmm…”, and I’m sure it will take me some time to sort out why.
As my headline reads, and as legions of all types of crime victims can attest, the length of Graham James’ sentence, while still shocking (considering that two years probably won’t last two years), is secondary to the horrors, and their after-effects, that James inflicted on Theo Fleury, Todd Holt, Sheldon Kennedy and who-knows-how-many-other young hockey players I would otherwise not know, let alone relate to.
They are still recovering, having taken the familiar route of spiralling downward before they were fortunate enough to make it back without ending their lives. Theirs, as mine, is a life-long journey. Every time I/we think we have reached another air-pocket of resolution, something takes it away – or at least I let it be taken away.
There’s a tough-on-this-kind-of-crime demon whispering inside me thinking Graham James and his ilk should be chemically castrated, if not as a barbaric punishment then at least as a preventive measure. Or is that just the wolf of murder by lethal injection in sheep’s clothing? And would that alone take away his predatory impulses?
My self-image, a work in progress, was moulded in part by a monster or two in my childhood. I continue to try to make sense of so much, even the crap in my own past that makes no sense at all. But I persist, with your help.